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Białas x Quebonafide - Mój kawałek w czasie przeszłym [English Translation]
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Quebonafide
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I got a mic at the age of six, there was a fresh breath after communism From an aunt I barely know, I think I'll make a call to see what's up with her There were no whistles, applause, directives, pressure, pain relief And I think about it while standing over a crowd of over ten thousand It was after the second boom, it was before the third Polish Republic The privatians made sidelocks, themselves dissenters This rap was the only one thing I was sure of I was even there when I threw lyrics aside My father was pirating tapes, he had tombac signets And when there was smoke and fired, I had tickets for the house of fear Fight for better status, newspapers for half-Poles And all the things that make us children of these times More noise, I started to rhyme and think the result He was like that - I do what I want with the pen; penspinning My every verse is me, not the image, you know? I write without deletion, like Mozart, you like Rossini Because life boy is just an excuse to die So look for glimpses and cut like a lightsaber Mister Eclectic, come with us or be quiet Strong as ever, I covered the scars with tattoos I am from where your hard work pushes you forward If you're lucky, you could hear it Here where the wounds and pain are like bullet marks My card, my plan, my life I am from where your hard work pushes you forward If you're lucky, you could hear it Here where the wounds and pain are like bullet marks My card, my plan, my life Dad drank the cash my aunt gave me for the first Holy communion Good woman, so far asks what's up with me I watched carefully how the elders live Peers returned home faster than turtles We didn't give a f**k 'bout fashion, but in fights like this, I turn back time They all had skinny jeans, what the f**k I hid my bruised face after the weekend But I was going back to the studio for the hardware set-up The type of people here, even common sense told to obey the heart You were nothing to the game if you wanted to cash your rap It was fun to believe in this as a little brother But seeing a martyred mother returning from work He told me to f**k altruism, to act so that my dreams would not overwhelm me So we dreamed the files to the arm Poverty was driving me out of the country, but I wanted to be here and have it Only GPS can tell me what to do Turn when possible - already twisted Hold on - bye! And I think the guitar came out, followed by twenty albums There is only the top in front of me, you do not ask who Beezy is today A couple of haters here laugh at me for falling But I used motherf**kers like Misao Okawa Once upon a time I only wanted to gain applause on cyphers I'd rather die of hunger than take sauce from commercials And today, in the group of fans, I feel like Weezy in the new school Everyone asks me for a tag, you have: Beezy, you king I am from where your hard work pushes you forward If you're lucky, you could hear it Here where the wounds and pain are like bullet marks My card, my plan, my life I am from where your hard work pushes you forward If you're lucky, you could hear it Here where the wounds and pain are like bullet marks My card, my plan, my life
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